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Dominic
It takes a long minute for me to push away from the wall of the shower as my orgasm rolls through me. Serena smiles triumphantly as she gets off her knees. Yes, she does this well. She is one of few women who can take my nine-inch, very thick cock down her throat with not only ease but pleasure. Her smile, however, hints there is something more to her arrival at the end of my shower when she woke me with sex less than an hour ago. One of these things would be a normal morning; both means she wants something from me.
“Dominic, can I please come with you? Please, can I meet your father?”
There it is. Not bothering to answer her, I wrap a towel around my waist as I walk out of the bathroom.
She moves fast to catch up to me in my walk-in closet. “Please?”
I continue to ignore her, my mind already on where to find her replacement. It’s too bad, I thought she was going to last longer—up until today she was the perfect mistress. She didn’t make any demands, and she was quick to swallow my cock. Most importantly, she was sexually uninhibited and always down to fuck when I needed it. Then again maybe her perfection had her thinking she could push this issue. She was wrong.
Dropping my towel, before it hits the floor, Serena is pressing her naked body against me. Normally, I’m all for one last fuck. However, with Serena, I have no doubt she will take it to mean I’ll change my mind. I won’t. She was good, not that good.
Now that it’s over, the restraint I usually maintained while handling her is gone. My hand around her neck is tight as I pull her away from me. Her pupils dilate, thinking she is in for a rough fuck. No. Pushing her away, I send her several feet from me. “Get your stuff together. I’ll have Vincent get you home. This is over.”
Serena forgotten, I pick out a light blue shirt to go with one of my usual black suits. I have over three dozen three-piece suits, all of them custom made, as are my shirts and shoes. The winter ones are wool and cashmere; summer and the two weeks of spring are silk. Almost all of the suits are black, the ones that aren’t are dark gray. All of them are bulletproof. I believe in keeping things simple and safe.
A press of my thumb opens the small safe set into an accessories drawer in the center island. I take out my Sig P226 with its ankle holster and secure it to my right ankle. Next is my Adamas knife. It’s a wicked, effective weapon. I secure the knife around my left forearm. Everyone expects the piece on my ankle; no one expects the knife. I go with white-gold and sapphire cuff links to match the shirt and sapphire tie.
Serena touches my shoulder. “Dominic, please, I’m sorry—”
Annoyed now, I shake her off as I call Vincent. “I need you to get here now. It’s time for you to take out my trash.”
Her eyes go wide with hurt before she finally walks away. Why do they always make a big deal out of the end?
Vincent sighs. “You can be such a dick sometimes. Let me guess, she’s looking right at you?”
I don’t bother answering. He knows me well.
Another sigh. “Give me fifteen.”
When I go into the bedroom she’s still naked. She’s trying to work up tears, they aren’t coming. “Please, Dominic, don’t do this to me, to us.”
The money clip in my right pocket has three thousand in fifties and hundred-dollar bills. The clip in my left pocket has fifteen hundred in twenties and fifties. Palming the clip in my right pocket, I remember her credit card bill that came three days ago, almost twelve thousand dollars. I pull out the clip from my left pocket and toss it toward her. She catches it without blinking an eye.
“That’s it? All these months together, I ask for a second time if I can meet your father and you’re throwing me out?”
I don’t bother repeating what I told her the first night we met, before she eagerly climbed on my cock. She doesn’t ask me questions, not about my life, not about what I do. “Vincent will be here in ten minutes. He’ll check to make sure all you’re taking is what belongs to you.”
“Fuck you!” She throws the crystal lamp from the bedside table. It doesn’t make it three feet before shattering as it hits the hardwood floor.
Oh hell no. As I make my way toward her, she’s smart enough to be afraid. My grip on her arm is tight as I drag her down the hall. It’s a long hallway. The building is four stories total, with the club I run taking up the basement and first floor. The third floor has another apartment but is mainly storage for the club. I picked the fourth floor as my living quarters so I had more light from the large windows and a few skylights I put in. It’s a little more than eight thousand square feet. There are
two bedrooms that are mirrors of each other, a workout room, office, library, and formal dining room as well as a large eat-in kitchen. I’m proud of my place—I spent a lot of time and money making it mine. Serena doesn’t get to throw any of my shit around.
“I’m sorry. Please, Dominic.”
There is an elevator entrance at the back of the building I added when I took over. The original entrance, up a flight of stairs, is closer. I open the door, shove her outside and lock it, ignoring her banging and crying for me to at least let her have some clothes.
In my office I flip on the cameras to record my bedroom. When Vincent gets here I want to know she doesn’t pull any shit as he packs her up.
I call down to Richie who runs my club to warn him about Serena. He laughs, letting me know he can hear her from downstairs. He’s already on his way up to get her. Next I call Mary, my housekeeper, to warn her about the mess waiting for her. She assures me she’ll handle it.
A quick check of my email has me reaching for my phone again. I hit a button on a device that will make the call crap if someone is trying to record it.